One of the sickest from Cleveland to Tijuana The only Trump I’ll acknowledge is Teanna. Why am I like this? When I grab the mic with a tight grip and ignite the wick it’s goodnight bitch! I spit as if it’s my last day on the fucking planet Extraterrestrial flow humans won’t understand it Can I be candid? One second. I’m not a rapper I’m Ted Bundy disguised as an urban assault weapon I’m known to catch a body at any cyphering session And women love the flow get them open no speculum I’m unraveling elaborate and ravenous Rhyme patterns are as erratic as a crack addict that’s manic I never claimed The Goat, but my status is far from average I’m the humble savage my pen game is bananas I’m here to shock the world like Kawhi did with the Raptors You rappers are non-factors I’m coming for all detractors No mediocre theme music for The Joker I’m here to wet the game, but not with a super soaker So, when I take aim like Steph Curry from thirty It’s automatic I’m splashing this cannon will leave you topsy turvy I’m done playing these games A lot of these rappers suck but I ain’t saying no names Fuck buddying up with them we are not the same Now let me show you the difference between a spark and a flame Fuck being normal I’m abnormal Don’t place me in a box I wasn’t meant to conform to Somebody should’ve warned you I’m more than a mere mortal Bar for bar I’m dressing you down as if its informal Watch your mouth before you pick up pen Just in case you weren’t aware on how this movie will end If you send a shot my way, I’m snatching you up faster Than a kidnapper in a station wagon with the windows blackened I’m rapping like nobody can top me We can take this shit outside porta potty. I came in the game on the ground floor that’s the lobby I bomb squads like Chuck D and Hank Shockley I can go an hour on this beat This ain’t a battle rap; it’s more like stress relief I can do this in my sleep The way I pen poetry makes it hard to compete when you’re on the top of the heap Who said I wasn’t elite? These chads and Pollyanna’s should take several seats A lion ain’t concerned with the chitter chatter of sheep They got a lot to say until I see them face to face you wouldn’t hear a fucking peep. My brain got more range than a British-made rover Fuck a chip I got a two by four on my shoulder And I dare somebody to knock it off They said I’m not godly with the flow, knock it off!

As I crash the mic with volleying thunder Erupting in the studio while the onlookers ponder How I did that? Each verse I disperse is like the sound from a big gat You better duck like a mallard before I cock my shit back Recognize it’s not a game I’m a traffic controller keeping rappers in their lane I spit that uncut raw like cocaine Then with the next bar I’m numbing your gums like Novocain I’m Wayne Perry with the literary Painting pictures with speech call me a visionary How I murder the beat is just a little scary Cause anybody can get it call me inclusionary Oh me Oh My That needles guy is decimating your top 5 How I thrived amongst monks and scribes Can only be surmised one the illest alive is how I’m described Something different Fuck that E-40 comparison cause I’m killing it Curb serving these fiends with some addictive penmanship If you need a fix of prescribed dope, I’m filling it My tolerance for these novices are diminishing I treat these rappers like hunters gunning for Venison Mr. Menacing minster will administer Ass whippings so vicious Anderson Silva would grimace witnessing Whew! Let me catch my breath When I rap it’s like a matter of life or death I pour it all into a song until there ain’t much left And give it 100% I’ll never settle for less Hardcore with the flow and I know how to spit Number one draft pick 2nd place don’t exist One of the greatest alive lyrically I’m equipped And if I rapped over 9th it would sound like this Hardcore with the flow and I know how to spit Number one draft pick 2nd place don’t exist One of the greatest alive lyrically I’m equipped And if I rapped over 9th it would sound like this

Forever blessed and highly favored I’m walking in my truth as if that suit was tailored Been fighting all my life for every scrap of food I’m overcoming any obstacle my mood is fucking fabulous I’m feeling fabulous So fabulous They ask me how I’m doing, and I give them one reply fucking fabulous Understand the manuscript I ain’t supposed to be alive should’ve been dead in a crypt Somehow, I survived my bout with depression was epic It brought me down to my knees and taught me a valuable lesson If I can make it through this, then I knew any weapon formed against me Couldn’t prosper I’m more than a conqueror see my destiny Is bigger than my body gives me credit for And perseverance is the reason why I got up off the floor; thank you, Lord! Forever blessed and highly favored I’m walking in my truth as if that suit was tailored Been fighting all my life for every scrap of food I'm overcoming any obstacle my mood is fucking fabulous I’m feeling fabulous So fabulous They ask me how I’m doing, and I give them one reply fucking fabulous When angels and demons collide Shifting the paradigm in a fight for the right to survive (fight for the right to survive) When angels and demons collide Shifting the paradigm in a fight for the right to survive Depression had a hold on me I’m losing control Positive thoughts turned negative I’m trapped in a hole with no where to go Life was giving me a beating Fuck battling you I’m trying to conquer these demons I’ve been down this road before Death literally knocking on my front door Get off my property you aren’t welcomed anymore Cocked the 44 back and blew him off my fucking front porch I’m done with playing the victim of circumstance I’m taking life by the scrotum like it’s my only chance Will I advance? That’s a question I often ask I’ll never sell myself short just to get the bag Life is like a battlefield I could teach a masterclass on how not to yield This is more than just MCing I’m a vessel of Hope when life has got you up against the ropes. Just keep swinging, beating the breaks off these fucking demons No matter what happens bob and weave and don’t stop believing Like Steve Perry said the journey’s far from over Just hold your head up high and keep marching on like a soldier Is what I must tell myself every day in the mirror I’m Taking back the power I lost, seek and you shall find Yourself between these blue line’s life is like a maze Trying to navigate your way over this treacherous terrain Fabulous!

One day I’ll get over this anguish that’s been lingering/ one day I’ll learn to live life instead of tinkering. One day I’ll accept the fact you’re no longer with me/ when that day comes, I hope you find it in your heart to forgive me. This ain’t another rap song this is something different/ these are my confessions the musical equivalent. One day I pray to see your pic without crying/ one day when I say I’m at peace I won’t be lying. One day I’ll forgive myself for not putting our differences/ aside instead of letting pride interfere creating distance. One day I’ll muster up the courage of my convictions/ and visit your gravesite without backing out like a chicken. One day I hope to do better than when you saw me last/ and exercise all these demons from my f*cking past. One day when I think of you it won’t be thoughts of sadness/ as I look up to the sky like Sounds of Blackness. But today ain't the day homie, today ain't the day. I said today ain't that day homie, today ain't the day. But maybe one day. One day I’ll stop being consumed with childhood rage/ scribbling angerly about my life over this page. One day I’ll come to terms with the fact you didn’t love me/ cause I felt the hatred behind every hit when you punched me. One day when I think of you it won’t be thoughts of violence/ I don’t view you as a matriarch you’re more of a tyrant. One day I’ll forget how you tried to poison my mother/ or how you stole from my father and turned us against each other. One day I’ll forgive you for saying I wasn’t family/ driving my mother's mental health to the brink of insanity. One day I can try moving on/ leaving the past in the past after I finish this song. Maybe one day I can get over the way that you crushed me and called me ugly/ mocked my dark skin and said no one could ever love me. Maybe one day I could be the bigger man and still love you/ instead of ripping your picture, screaming f*ck you! But today ain't the day b*tch, today ain't the day. I said today ain't that day b*tch, today ain't that day. But maybe one day. One day I can rap without trying to impress the masses/ one day I’ll be able to free myself from these shackles. One day I can spit without trying to think of a metaphor/ the sky's my limit and I'm blazing through like a meteor. Ugh, I f*cking did it again/ maybe one day I'll take more of a risk with the pen. Perhaps one day I'll view criticism from these critics as nothing more/ then a helping hand pushing me to places, I've never been before. One day maybe I won't care for being number one/ mama said just hold on tight and your day will come. One day I can let go of the thought of being overlooked/ for rappers who don't pack the right flavoring cause they're undercooked. One day I'll be confident with every word I'll ever say/ until that day I'm practicing in the mirror like Issa Rae. And one day I'll be content with my position/ until then capturing every ear is my mission. Well, today is the day homie, today is the day I said today is the day homie, today is the day.

As the sun begins to rise from the ocean/ you can catch me doing pushups, getting my chest swollen. Semicolon I'm inhaling the morning air/ now prepare for the beast unleashed from his easy chair. Over this beat, I'm dancing like Fred Astaire/ I'm head and shoulders above anyone out there. Your worse nightmare in a pair of Nike airs/ I'm amongst rarefied air I don't care... What you rappers think of me/ You see I'm known to march to the drum of a different beat. I had a dream I was probing deep in the colon of Kelly Rowland/ on my Jill Scott living my life like it's golden. Now imagine me taking a critic serious/ I know what I can bring to the table put that on period. Different animal, same beast so don't query us/ I'm known to get ugly on tracks I'm freaking hideous Like a breeze from the ocean/ I'm on a wave keeping the water in commotion. Many have tried, and many have failed to provoke him/ stay on the grind 9-5 putting work in. Can't nobody stop my shine/ got a problem? homie stand in line (I'm not playing with you) Can't nobody dim my light/ shine bright like the ocean sunrise. I worked in a factory thinking of dastardly/ scatterbrained rhyme patterns displaying mastery. Divulging in savagery I'll rattle your anatomy/ if I get charged up prepare to get jumped like a dead battery. Too easy I'm a rappers rapper/ each flow is God-driven and this one is from the rapture. Speaking of which this whole time I've been scribbling/ pouring every ounce of my soul into this pen again. With a little bit of wit and perseverance/ this is how you get a whole generation to listen. Lyricism is more than rhyming multi-syllables/ just because you spit rapid-fire don't make you lyrical. Blabbbity blah I'm deconstructing your rhyme/ to show you haven't said anything worthwhile in a long time. Then I'll pipe the beat from behind/ and rearrange its guts as if I majored in interior design. Can't nobody stop my shine/ got a problem? homie stand in line (I'm not playing with you) Can't nobody dim my light/ shine bright like the ocean sunrise. I'm not here to reinvent the wheel/ I'm just trying to jot something down that you can feel. Maybe spark a tree in the V and just chill/ or bump this in the gym burning calories on the treadmill. Since my first video on the church steeple/ I chose to rap for people instead of rapping for profit. Now I'm fly enough to sit on the wings of an eagle/ they're all ears like a beagle while I'm revered as a prophet. See my synopsis is ticking all of the boxes/ so far ahead of my time who needs watches? I brag a little bit on the mic but when I'm off it/ I'm mild-mannered as Clark Kent and less obnoxious. But when I'm in the booth and I rip the buttons off of this shirt/ and go a little berserk spoiler alert I'll hurt. And leave the beat in a hearse without a single curse/that's how I show my versatility in a verse.

Catch me cruising in Loretta’s Impala Seat leaned back rims all black like T’Challa. Two collegiate scholars bumping Lil Scrappy “you don’t want no problems” We’re the problem solvers Youngstown to the death of me Ohio is the legacy Stacking bread like Schwebel's we’re just trying to live forever free My DNA is South Ave she hailed north of Liberty Picture me rolling passenger side living life like it was meant to be Bernie Kosar with my costar Volume loud windows down every night we go hard What you know about going 80 on 680? Bumping my music, I’m cruising wherever life takes me We’re from the city of Al Bundy So many tried to flee but something kept pulling us back similar to bungee Penguin above the brim of the hat twisted backwards Floating high on a cloud but never got down with the backwoods Never got down with the backwoods (sober) Never got down with the backwoods Never got with them backwoods Impala visions If you like it, I love it whether you bought it, or you dubbed it What I’m bumping it’s only the truest music in my circumference I bleed McGuffey Road every scroll I ever wrote Never broke the G code. I made it out now I’m trying to build from the ground up like DeBartolo My spine is from the Sharon Line I’m hauling all this cargo We’re from the place where the slugs fly like a pelican And life varies depending on your melanin But we were too intelligent never settling for the cards we were dealt Fought for every scrap like Pavlik the pain that we felt Unmeasurable so when we jumped over the final hurdle We felt like Richard Petty life in the winner’s circle A couple of black kids marveling in perseverance Despite outside interference of white noise that we were hearing We did it! I’m proud of you, sis; we’re living proper Just think how far we came from that 04 Impala Think how far we came from that 04 Impala Think how far we came from that 04 Impala Think how far we came from that 04 Impala Impala visions

Till I collapse I'm spilling these raps long as you feel it/ till the day that I drop, you'll never say that I'm not killing it. Cause what I am not is just another rapper/ I'm far from an actor I walk with a panther that's black as a Kappa. I'm out for the gold then after that maybe the platinum/ When Reese unleashes me on these beats I'm bound to attack 'em Can you believe it? Mr. Needles is back/ with a mischievous rap and he's guaranteed to snap. Over this track. So, can I talk my shit again? at the drop of a hat, I'll pull a gat like The Minutemen. He's been a 10 breaking news homie I'm CNN/ I don't rap for the Benjamins I feed off adrenaline. Listen! I'm a staple in this game/ you're just passing through, you're a vagabond we're not the same. If I had to choose between being a beast or a saint/ I'd be the ghost of Cassius Clay I speak with no restraint. I do it for the love do it for The Joy of Rapping/ beast mode with the pen, see I'm all about that action. Got my mind on the mission, tunnel vision no distractions/ I do it for the love do it for The Joy of Rapping. I rap about the art of putting words together candidly/ rapping saved me from flipping a key singlehandedly. The truth is my anthem I can't relate to the streets/ but I built a bond by penning metaphors and similes. About crushing emcees beneath my feet with a vengeance my revenge is endless when I commit to a sentence. I'm far from pretentious I spit it in four dimensions/ I keep my heart guarded behind barbwire fences. Against this troll trying to break my soul/ I conquered writer's block now I'm taking control. Watch me set it up like a playdate and I'll throw it down like a Beyblade/ better vacate 'fore I eat this bitch up better say grace. Amen! No one does it like him/ I left the land of makebelieve 'cause I ain't here to pretend. One of the best to ever do it since I picked up a pen/ I feel a rush from my gut bound to erupt from within when I... I do it for the love, do it for The Joy of Rapping/ beast mode with the pen, see I'm all about that action. Got my mind on the mission, tunnel vision no distractions/ I do it for the love, do it for The Joy of Rapping. The flow is so sick it's unrealistic/ wanna see me flex that I'm the illest when I spit it I go ballistic. Check the forensics no fiction on the monitor/ most of your rap is all cap-like DOOMS moniker. I'm the dude with an O'Shea attitude/ step aside the king has arrived don't get it misconstrued. My mood is not for the faint of heart/ it's like an episode from Are You Afraid of The Dark? No need for gold teeth in my grill just a razorblade/ I identify as a threat that's why you stay afraid. Fresh fit I live for this rap shit I'm tailor-made/ the art of putting pen to this paper will never fade away. I do it for the love, do it for The Joy of Rapping/ beast mode with the pen, see I'm all about that action. Got my mind on the mission, tunnel vision no distractions/ I do it for the love, do it for The Joy of Rapping.

I’m gonna torture him, I’m the baddest man in the world You should be very afraid when you see me with my fist curled. Doing pushups knuckles down on the concrete I’m ready for beef I’m attracting static like dryer sheets I don’t mince words I’ll pound you into mincemeat And show your wife the definition of a real athlete Give her pipe at the pad and pound her from the back like a punching bag In and out of her vag like I’m slipping the jab. Oh, you mad? Good, I need that energy I’m about to show the world I’m the champion you pretend to be It’s the fight of the century I’m bringing pain and misery I didn’t come to lose I’m packing heavy artillery I’m about to make history my propensity For causing serious injury will guarantee a victory I pity the fool for thinking he could get with me What I’m about to unleash will go down in infamy I got the eye of a tiger, got the heart of a lion Got the mamba mentality blood flowing inside me And I’m coming for number one stay out of my way I’m Clubber Lang my prediction is pain I’m gonna bust him up, tell Balboa I’m coming Stop ducking me I want my fucking shot end of discussion I’m the number one contender no if ands or buts Instead of giving him a statue, give Rocky some guts Better yet, check his boxers; he’s missing a pair of nuts Mickey got you gassed up talking tough As if I won’t knock you the fuck out see this fight could end really bad If you’re feeling froggy then Rocky leap off the lily pad It’s amazing how I turn pain to poetry I’ve been climbing the ranks hoping somebody would notice me I’m here now and I’m leaving with your belt on my waist And you better wipe that look off your face. Before I knock it off I’m up next snapping your neck with this right cross You’re like a bobblehead and your chin is cotton soft See I’m what you used to be uncivilized I’m indestructible you can see the hunger in my eyes I’m here to eat all the food in the kitchen This fight is barbeque kitchen I got your manager wishing That he didn’t sign you up for this beating I’m about to give you And it’s not hyperbole when I say I’m gonna kill you I got the eye of a tiger, got the heart of a lion Got the mamba mentality blood flowing inside me And I’m coming for number one stay out of my way I’m Clubber Lang my prediction is pain. I’m gonna crucify him, really bad And the only thing you’re leaving this ring with is a motherfucking toe tag Welcome to the terrordome I get wicked Like the drummer Chuck D mentioned I’ll beat you senseless You’re utterly defenseless when I’m swinging like Ramirez for the fences You’re bound to lose all five senses After we engage in these fisticuffs take your whole career and rip it up This is my time just give it up I’m the fresh face of the new world order Fuck Creed I don’t need no has-beens in my corner Nobody can’t stop me; my spot is solidified Pound for pound I’m the goat and no one can tell me otherwise You just stepped in the ring with a deadly weapon It’s a 12-round bout but I’m ending it in the 2nd I’m the undisputed champ whether you like it or not And I’ll destroy any man who tries to take what I got! I got the eye of a tiger, got the heart of a lion Got the mamba mentality blood flowing inside me And I’m coming for number one stay out of my way I’m Clubber Lang my prediction is pain

Dark & Ominous penning sonnets with dominance/ a novelist jotting these thoughts with sheer confidence. I’m conquering the world which includes these 7 continents/ penning vowels and consonants [Let the brush work] I’m seeing speech take shape into the form of colors/ I flip the canvas and grab the brush from the cupboard. My mind is like a foundry many are asking how could he/ paint these pictures so vividly visually he’s DaVinci. When he sketches reality/ art imitating life is my mentality. Every stroke from the brush is immortality/ every rhyme is like fine art in a gallery. It’s a collage or a hodgepodge if you will/ my skill is that of Rembrandt each etch you can feel. I’m jotting from the noggin I call it the color wheel this palette is the medium/ I’m using for this language I’m speaking in. [Let the brush work] How I string words together with a plethora of stanzas/ I’m Bob Ross with the canvas I speak through color splashes. Raise your glasses 10,000 hours I’ve mastered/ the art of painting with ashes and giving it to the masses. Maybe I can encapsulate everything that I’m scribbling/ the brush is working overtime illustrating my vision. It’s coming to fruition time stood still/ while my mind is still spinning as the paint begins to spill. All over the page, each thought is an overlay/ I’m on a roll today blending each color watching it coordinate. Oh, it’s great seeing these thoughts I jot correlate/ with a picture, I was born to paint. Ideation to realization this picture is a masterpiece/ many will travel miles just from word of mouth you have to see. This painting hanging next to The Stary Night in a gallery/ watch me manifest this fantasy…